I beg your pardon, gentlemen,
This tango … this tango speaks for me
And my voice in its sounds will tell…
It will tell why I sing this way.

Because as a kid,
Because as a kid, the maternal song cradled me in tango
To put me to sleep.
And I heard the grumbling of the bandoneon
Under the arbor of the old patio;
Because I saw the parade of the elements
With my poor eyes watery and open
And in the sad room of my good parents
Poverty sang its winter song.

And I was made in tangos,
I was being molded in mud, in misery,
In the bitterness that comes with poverty
In maternal tears,
In the rebellion of being strong and having to cross the arms
When famine strikes.And I was made in tangos
Because … Because tango is male!
Because tango is strong!,
It has something of life,
It has something of death;

Because I loved a lot, and because I was cheated
I spent my life shuffling dreams;
Because I’m a tree that never bore fruit,
Because I’m a dog that has no owner,
Because I feel hatred that I never express,
Because when I love, because when I love I bleed in kisses,
Because I loved a lot, and they have not loved me;
That’s why I sing, so sad…
That’s why, I sing, so sad
That’s why.

One response to “Por que canto asi”

This is one of the saddest and most beautiful lyrics we can find. Celedonio Flores, Robert Walser and Franz Kafka – these are poets of life. We all are experiencing heartbreaking life, but, only few of us are able to put them in true words like them.